Ronnie and the boss surely made a surreal scene as they lay entangled on the ground covered in mud and sweat. A beautiful large breasted Indian woman with a seven inch penis instead of a clit straddling a muscular man with cum dripping from his pussy.
They pulled away from each other and stood. The boss grimaced as he ran his leg up his thigh and collided a dollop of Ronnie’s jizz. His face was distressed but also glowing. He knees were still shakey from the lingering sensation of his intense vaginal orgasm.
Ronnie spotted the camera and rushed to it, scooping it up and pulling it right into the cleavage between her large breasts.
The boss was unsure what to do. Finally, he spoke as he put his pants back on. “Come on. We can figure out how to fix this later. We can’t have a naked lady wandering around. I have a change of clothes in the office trailer you can use.”
Together, the pair walked off.
Ronnie has trouble with the bosses clothing. It was at the same time too large for her 5’5” frame, but also too tight around her hips and pillowy ass and large breasts. But it was better than being naked.
They sat in the trailer and inspected the camera, searching for a clue as to how to fix things among the dials and knobs, but most of the selections were faded and impossible to read.
Ronnie sighed. “Well. Way I see it we can try to find somebody who knows how to use it? Or we can just take more pictures and hope for the best. Or I guess we could just give up?”
“Give up? I don’t want to have a pussy all my life?” The boss said angrily.
“And you think I want a pussy either? At least you don’t have these!” Ronnie lifted her tits and let them flop back into position. “But every time I’ve seen it used it just makes things worse.”
“That settles it,” said the boss, “we will...”